_Bien_ he was hired to it by
that fine fellow Waverton."
"Geoffrey!" Harry gasped.
"Even so. Now, Harry, what has Master Geoffrey Waverton against you? If
he wanted to murder your father I could understand it. That affair at
Pontoise is matter enough for a life or two. Though he should take it
gentlemanly. But why must he murder you?"
"I am not dead yet," said Harry, and his mouth set.
Captain McBean laughed. "Not by fifty year:" and he contemplated Harry's
pale drawn face with benign approval. "But why does Mr. Waverton want you
dead now?"
"That's my affair," said Harry.
"_Enfin_." Captain McBean shrugged, with a twist of the lip and a cock
of the eye.
"Is there more of that broth?" says Harry.
Captain McBean administered it. "I go get another cup, Harry." He nodded
and went out.
His two aides, Mackenzie and O'Connor, were waiting below. "Donald, go
up. The same orders. None but Rolfe is to come to him without you
stand by. And shorten your damned long face, if you can. Patrick, we
take horse."
CHAPTER XXXII
PERPLEXITIES OF CAPTAIN McBEAN
Captain McBean and Mr. O'Connor halted steaming horses before the door of
Tetherdown. The butler announced that Mr. Waverton had gone out, and then
impressed by the evidence of haste and the martial elegance of McBean,
suggested that my lady might receive the gentleman.
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